"This is the top wizarding league game, and I'm your old friend, Ernie McMillan."

"Today's match was a historic day when the Appleby Arrows took on the Balikas Bats, and we could see the excitement at the East Quidditch Course in the City of Wizards, with the seats filling the crowd."

"But for me, what is even more gratifying is that Pudmere United lost to Appleby Arrows in the semi-finals by 10 points on aggregate and missed out on the final."

"At least we don't have to see that pesky platinum head go around the field and scream like crazy with that golden belt, and I'm happy to think about it, hehe."

"Oh, I'm sorry, I need to restrain myself."

McMillan saw that in the audience, platinum-blond hair was clenching his wand, and he hurriedly put away his voice.

As is the case every day, McMillan is more and more comfortable in the position of commentary.

The Wizard loves his off-tune commentary, and today's guest is the former Seeker of the Holyhead Harpys.

The Holyhead Harpy team is a special Quidditch team, and they are a pure witch Quidditch team.

Despite being ranked fifth in this year's Top Wizards League, they have retained their qualification for the Top Wizards League.

"Okay, the game is on, we all know that this year's Appleby Arrows team has introduced a new batsman, and the style of play has also changed a bit, no longer using decapitation tactics, and starting to open up the score."

"But we still can't underestimate the threat that last year's Best Seeker winner can pose."

McMillan analyzes and the game begins.

Malfoy hated it so much that during his absence, Pudmere United was not able to earn too many points, resulting in the end not being mixed up later because of the total point difference.

It made him angry. Little Handin Pudmir didn't dare to mess with the prince, so he could only let his team suffer from Malfoy's targeting.

Malfoy was the only one who came to watch today because his teammates couldn't get out of bed.

Super double training, so that the coaches of Pudemere United did not dare to take the lead.

Even the dog has to be disciplined twice.

As the saying goes, the more bad you are, the more you can see things that are not pleasing to the eye.

Next to Malfoy's seat in the audience, a voice was heard.

"Great, we caught up."

"Look, it's Ruth, the famous seeker for the Holyhead Harpys."

"I wish Hermione was here too."

A familiar voice sounded, the corners of Malfoy's mouth tilted, and the young master returned to his place.

He looked sideways, with a fan-shaped picture with three points of sneer, six points of coldness, and one point of nonchalant.

"Yo-isn't this Potter?"

For a moment, Harry almost thought he had met Snape.

Ron, who came with him, also got goosebumps.

The two of them saw Malfoy, and it was really a narrow road.

When the three of them met with the smell of gunpowder, Malfoy sneered, "Why, I thought you wouldn't be able to afford a ticket."

"Would I like to give you my autograph?"

"Shut up, Malfoy," Harry said, frowning, "we don't want a third signature."

"That's right," Ron sneered, revealing his Appleby Arrows outfit, "We support Appleby Arrows, you must be familiar with it, right?"

Hearing the team that had beaten him twice in a row, Malfoy's face darkened.

If it weren't for the fact that they were in the audience, the three of them might have pulled each other's clothes and got into a fight.

It was a great match, but unfortunately all three people's attention was on each other.

Malfoy can attract everyone's hatred, but he can't escape being drawn to Harry.

One of the two is an Auror and the other is a Quidditch Future Star.

But they counted how many times they had won each other, just like they had done at Hogwarts.

McMillan's passionate opening of the microphone, and the faint response of Ms. Ruth next to him.

This game is a long game.

From day to night, under the stars, the Golden Snitch became harder to see.

The Quidditch pitch was lit up and after a long battle, the Appleby Arrows defended their winning streak in the second half of the night.

Take off the Golden Snitch.

The game is over.

Malfoy left with a black face, presumably his teammates had suffered again.

Harry saw that the sky was dark, and he didn't plan to leave.

Simply prepare to stay in the Burrow for one night.

The only pity is that Ginny has moved out.

Harry wasn't sure if Ginny had agreed to be with him.

With the owl's beef burrito in his hand, Ron opened his portion and scolded, "Hell, the owl stole my takeout."

Some greedy owls will eat the food delivered to them, and unfortunately, Ron, the unlucky one, will meet it.

And the wizard's takeaway doesn't have any bad reviews or anything like that, and Ron can only consider himself unlucky.

The Weasleys had long regarded Harry as their son, and they had no intention of seeing him, so they let Harry live with Ron.

The two of them lay in two beds in the same room as if they had returned to Hogwarts.

The Burrow's windows overlook the Wizarding City, the magic tower glowing in the night.

Harry's bed was close to the window, so he could see the tall tower of magic when he lay down.

"When did you say we started to become strangers to John?" Harry spoke suddenly.

Ron, who had already closed his eyes, thought for a moment and said, "It should be the third year."

"We were good friends in second grade, and we broke through the nest of the eight-eyed spider together."

Harry looked outside at the magic tower, and he said, "Hermione liked John, didn't she?"

Speaking of this, Ron also couldn't sleep.

He opened his eyes and sat up, hesitating, "Probably not, right?"

"She used to be John's best friend, remember Slughorn's class?" Harry is worthy of an Auror with a keen sense of insight, "Aphrodisistancy produces a flavor that people like."

"Strawberry ice cream, Hermione said they bought it when she met John on vacation."

Harry's frankness of not caring for his buddies' lives tormented Ron.

He needs to accept the fact that the girl he likes actually liked John a long time ago.

Ron stiffly said, "But she's not with John."

"Yes, because of us." Harry couldn't say anything, he looked away from the magic tower, "They haven't seen each other again."

Harry couldn't imagine how much the current Witch King, the original John, trusted Hermione.

trusted, even in the moment of life and death, he never guarded against it.

"He was lonely and became the greatest." Harry was talking about John.

Ron was silent.

Actually, they are not stupid.

They knew how lonely the Witch King's position was.

Harry had been taught by Dumbledore, and he understood that there was a time when the purpose of his existence might have been to be a means of defeating Voldemort in battle.

Dumbledore cultivated him as a backup plan for John to go astray.

Being as young as John means having more possibilities.

But Dumbledore was banished, and Harry, who had been through many things, also grew.

He began to like to think, to examine his former self.

"If there was one more chance, would you still do this?" Harry asked his inner John.

He guessed the same answer.

Harry, who once bore the name of savior, now looks like he has become a savior

John, only to know that this name brings not only honor, but also the shackles that bind his body.

Ron hesitated and asked, "Did you say Hermione still likes John now?"

"I don't know." Harry shook his head.

Ron was overturned, a little unable to sleep.

His mind was full of images of John and Hermione together.

John wasn't himself, and he had always trusted Hermione.

Looking back on his relationship with Hermione, in Hogwarts, he had to quarrel with her almost every year.

They seem to be a match made in heaven, not in bed, but under the car.

"I've decided!"

Ron suddenly yelled, "I'm going to chase her!"

Harry was startled by him, and then realized, "Who are you chasing?"

"Hermione!" Ron looked and jumped from his bed to Harry's bed, "I like her, I should know, be brave."

"You like Hermione?" Harry was dumbfounded.

I treat you as a brother and you like my mom?

Ron exclaimed, "You don't understand, I realized since I was in sixth grade that I had feelings for Hermione, but I wasn't brave enough."

"You're right, maybe Hermione liked John, but it's all in the past, and I'm going to fill the void around Hermione!"

Harry was dazed, as if he was still thinking about accepting a stepfather.

Wrong!

Hermione is her best friend, how did she become a mother?

While Harry was still thinking about it, he began to get dizzy from the force of Ron's shaking.

He saw Ron's face twist like a whirlpool in front of him.

The surroundings began to change, and a throne appeared in front of his eyes.

"Didn't disturb your sleep, Harry."

John's voice rang out, and Harry found himself inside the magic tower.

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